Clueless.

Ugh, I hate how everything regarding my future is so up in the air right now.
Grad school: I have to decide where I'm going by April 15 more or less. I've heard from everyone but Boston U (top choice, of course) and they can't give me a date by which I'll know if I'm in or not. WHY? No clue.
Summer Internship: I had one all set up and ready to go, prime location, housing in the works. Then I got a call saying the center that hired me is closing for year. They are trying to help me find something else, but it isn't what I want. All because the center is closing for a year...WHY? No clue.
New internships: I've been applying for them daily. It narrows your choices when you have to apply for paid ones, but paid is necessary at this point in the game. I have only heard back from one so far (crap location)....WHY? No clue.

THIS CLUELESSNESS NEEDS TO STOP. NOW. (Sorry about the rant.)

*Side note: Kosta Koufos ate lunch with our family on Easter Sunday haha... not expecting that.

I want a gibbon.

New favorite couples pastime: nature documentaries. The nature documentary Will and I watched tonight about the fascinating combination of Asian and Australian wildlife on the island of Sulawesi in Indonesia only strengthened my desire to have a gibbon. I could steal the gibbon from Hogle Zoo...this particular gibbon often carries around a stuffed monkey like a baby and it is the cutest thing I've ever seen (besides my boyfriend of course). Look how adorable they are! I want. Learn more about gibbons here!

(Photo credits: 1, 2 & 3)

Shakespeare, my dear.

William Shakespeare made me laugh today. When I ran across this sonnet, I instantly thought of one particular morning when I was waiting to give my own William a ride to school and he still wasn't out of bed. After I cruelly yanked the blankets off and exposed him to the physical and metaphorical coldness of morning, he mumbled, "I hate you..." and five minutes later finished, "...for waking me up so harshly." I haven't pulled the blankets off him since, and consequently the word hate has never again crossed his lips.

Those lips that love's own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said "I hate,"
To me that languished for her sake.
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet.
"I hate" she altered with an end
That followed it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who, like a fiend,
From heaven to hell is flown away.
"I hate" from hate away she threw.
And saved my life, saying "not you."

Utah "Stuff" That Will Be Missed

(This list is sure to get longer the more I think about it):
Best friends, family, Book Club, fry sauce, Molca Salsa, my cat, my frog, Milcreek Canyon in the fall, my grandparents being close by, Sprague Library, Park City, HT Cathedral, peaches/farmers market, knowing my way around town, Coffee Break, Red Butte Garden, mooching off my parents, Sno Shack, lights at Temple Square, Greek festival, The Jade Cafe, living at Courtney's house part-time during school breaks, ridiculous accent/Utahisms, The Pie pizza, 80 degree weather/hail/thunder in the same day

Some Say Goodnight -- at Night (Emily Dickinson)

Some say goodnight — at night —
I say goodnight by day —
Good-bye — the Going utter me —
Goodnight, I still reply —
For parting, that is night,
And presence, simply dawn —
Itself, the purple on the height
Denominated morn.

Whine.

Early morning or late afternoon cuddling

is what I miss most when Will's parents are in town

for one of their frequent 1 week+ ski vactions.

Mer.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!!

I'm so excited for...... ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!!!!!!!!! I was going to try to make something Irish for the occasion, but it will be so much easier to make this yummy Irish grilled cheese bedazzled with herbs, and to add green food coloring to this luscious Sprite cake (see above).
Alas, I'm not a beer fan so I will most likely forgo the green beer at the pub tomorrow night, but I'm still ready to get my jig on! And just a warning pertaining to that "Kiss me, I'm Irish" paraphernalia.... my man may be Irish, but only I am allowed kiss him.